FIC: Points of View (Chapter 2 - the Love Shack Series)

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CONTENT WARNING: There are blatant discussions, references and 
descriptions of sexual relations between consenting adults. You must 
be over the age of 18 and it must not be a crime to read material of 
this nature at your present location. This chapter centers on F/F
sex. 
If this bothers you, you should find other reading material.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any character appearing on the TV show BtVS 
and make no money off the attempted writing. I am borrowing them for 
a little while to play. I promise to return them in their original 
condition, abet a little tired.

A few years (yes, years) back I penned a short little romp between 
Willow and Buffy on a dare. Not only did the piece need to center on 
them as a couple, it had to be graphic. Louder Than Words was the 
first and only piece of slash fiction I had written - until now. 

I had no idea so many people liked the piece. The e-mail associated 
with the story had been abandoned not long after the story was
posted. 
Life intervened (Masters work) and I drifted away from Buffy fanfic 
until just recently. I never gave up on the show, diligently
watching 
through the horrors of Season III and being pleasantly surprised at 
Season IV. 

I guess what I am trying to say is that this occasional series will
be 
set in an alternate time line. The characterizations are my
portrayals 
based only through Season II and projected from there. The basic 
premise of how they operate is extremely different from the show as
we 
know it now.

Hints to remember about my timeline:

Willow went to UCLA for 1 year before selling a few computer programs 
for gobs and gobs of cash. You'll have to keep reading the series to 
find out how she now spends her time. It'll be a surprise for all of 
us.

Oz did not pick up and leave - he graduated and bums around Southern 
California with his band.

Cordelia is not in LA with Angel - she and Xander patched things up 
during the fall of their senior year and are still together. 

I had not dealt with the circumstances of the return of Angel -
assume 
he is back on earth but away from Sunnydale and Buffy. They are no 
longer together in any sense of the word.
The Love Shack - An Occasional Series 

Chapter 2 - Points of View

It had been agonizingly slow for the last several nights - slayage 
wise. Just once I'd like the demons and children of darkness to abide 
by my schedule. Willow had been gone for 3 nights and wasn't due back 
until tomorrow. That had left me with gobs of time on my hands and 
more than a little frustration to work through. Some vampire ass 
kicking was just what Buffy needed. But had they complied? No - not a 
one. Now I'm frustrated from lack of Willow and lack of slayage. And 
you just know they will be out in full force tomorrow night since
Will 
was going to be back home. This takes the whole Life is Unfair idea 
into the next realm.

OK - so I wasn't dealing with missing Willow all that well. Who knew 
I'd be missing her this much? We had only been together for a week 
when she went to visit Oz in San Diego. His band was playing a few 
gigs in the area and I guess I can see how he'd be going through 
withdrawal considering he hadn't seen her in six weeks. I don't know 
how he handled it. Maybe I should ask him how he keeps sane during 
separations?  '¥

God! What was I thinking? Talk to Oz about missing sex with Willow? I 
must have been loosing my mind. As a shook my head to clear those way 
weird and troubling thoughts from my mind, the bushes to my left 
started to rattle. Action, at last! My euphoria was short lived as a 
stray dog flushed a nesting bird from its home. 

I felt bad for the bird. It was probably sleeping, being after 
midnight and all. Since I had seen nada in the two plus hours I had 
been patrolling, I decided to call it a night. I would give my 
stimulating report to Giles come morning - or afternoon, depending
how 
late I decided to sleep. That was one nice thing about summer: patrol 
at night, sleep all morning and get in some quality sparing after 
lunch. No worries about reports or studying or falling asleep in my 
10am. 

With the amount of cash Will now controlled, I wouldn't have to worry 
about the necessities of life. But was I the type to sponge off a 
friend like that? She seemed ok with providing for me. Hell, I never 
dreamed I would actually own a Mustang. But should I use my calling
to 
justify not providing for myself? If she wanted to share, who was I
to 
argue? But I would continue to argue?  '¥

When I finally arrived at the little apartment Willow and I now 
shared, I went straight to the bathroom and began a hot shower.
Undead 
or no undead - after patrolling I always felt in need of a cleaning. 
Like I could wash the slayer part of me away and be Buffy if only for 
a little while.

I stripped and stepped into the steaming spray of water. After not 
being with anyone for over a year, my body quickly adapted to nightly 
orgasms under Willow's skillful hands?  '¥ and lips?  '¥ and
teeth?  '¥ and 
tongue?  '¥ She didn't seem to mind giving me my release first before 
allowing me to return the favor. 

This line of thought was getting me nowhere fast. I had started 
soaping my arms and shoulders but as I remembered those nights in 
Willow's arms, my hands found my breasts. They were generously 
lathered and had to be immaculately clean since I had been massaging 
them for the better part of five minutes. My nipples were taut and 
achy from the constant rubbing. As I passed my fingers over my erect 
flesh, I realized I hadn't masturbated in eons. 

That was going to change tonight. With a concerted effort, I removed 
my hands from my breasts and reached for the bottle of shampoo. Quick 
work was made of my hair. I washed my legs, putting off shaving for 
another day. Not like Willow would be home to complain. Not that she 
ever did. I don't know if she sympathized, knowing it was such a
chore 
or just didn't care, she was too happy I was alive to have to worry 
about stubble. My ego liked to think it was the latter but my mind 
conceded it was probably the former. 

I rinsed and dried and padded into my bedroom. As usual, the bed was 
unmade but not a total disaster. I climbed in and laid on my back. My 
hands returned to my breasts and started kneading again. It felt so 
nice to manipulate my nipples to hardened little peaks. I pulled my 
knees up and let my legs fall open. I could feel the slight breeze 
from the window cooling the heated skin of my sex. Interesting 
sensation. The wind blew over the wetness collected between my thighs 
enough to cause a reaction, but nowhere near enough for relief.

I allowed one hand to drift south and play in the small patch of
hair. 
My actions caused my need to increase. How would I best serve myself? 
Fast and hard or slow and easy? I figured I could start with slow and 
accelerate things if need be. 

I worked a couple of fingers between the lips of my labia to gather 
some of the wetness to lubricate my clit. It was just beginning to 
peak out from under its hood when I touched it for the first time.
The 
shock that went through my body made my nerves go on fire, especially 
those in my nipples and sex. It was such a pleasant experience, I 
rubbed myself again, relishing in the jolts of pleasure traveling 
through my system. I fell into a steady rhythm and my hips soon
joined 
the action, pumping to the beat my fingers set. I think they were 
worried they'd miss out on all the fun.

My breathing was becoming erratic. I kept wetting my lips as my 
panting dried the little moisture on them. God, I was close. One hand 
continued to pinch and twist a nipple while the other rubbed the 
wonderful little bundle of nerves in never ending circles. But 
something was missing. Something basic. I was right on the edge, but
I 
wouldn't or couldn't fall over. Frustration was mounting and shorting 
out the climax I had building. No! I was not going to be denied in 
this as well. If only Willow were here?  '¥ She'd set me off like a 
fire-cracker. Those strong, gentle fingers. Knowing just where to 
touch, to stroke, how hard and how long.

As a vision of Willow filled my mind, I crashed over the top of the 
precipice with a moan. A few shudders later, I was almost asleep but
a 
new breeze licked my sweat soaked body causing me to shiver in
reflex. 
I removed my fingers from between my legs, gathered up my blankets
and 
rolled onto my side, tucking one hand under my head. Sleep claimed me 
quickly. I was sated for the moment and Willow would be back
tomorrow. 
All was right with my world.

* * * * *

The sun was just cresting over the distant mountains as I pulled into 
Sunnydale. The four days with Oz were wonderful. And the band was 
doing awesome, like almost ready to be begging for a recording deal, 
awesome. But to get to the ready stage meant they'd have to go out 
touring - further away than San Diego or LA. That meant even longer 
periods between having Oz's lips attached firmly to mine. I was happy 
for him but sad about us. Would we survive that much time apart?

I was in an emotional upheaval as I drove through the awakening town. 
It was a pleasant surprise to see a town to come home to. Living on a 
Hellmouth - well?  '¥ one could never take its continued existence
for 
granted. A smile spread across my face. If the town was still here,
so 
was Buffy. It would take the entire place crumbling before her for
her 
to let this place go.

Ah, home. It should be strange to think of it like that. I've only 
been living here a few weeks and that's if you count the days I had 
just spent with Oz. Really it is Buffy's place. A small two-bedroom 
apartment on the ground floor on the back-side of a complex. Being
the 
caretaker's place, originally, meant it had its own outside entrance. 
Much more conducive to slaying than the more sought after sixth floor 
apartments at the front. 

Buffy insisted I move in with her when I got back from Boston and we 
got back from the coast. After a year out from under my parents' roof 
I was glad for the offer and jumped at the chance. Once mom noticed 
my absence, I would have to deal with questions no kid wants their 
parents asking. Granted, given my mom's track record for total lack
of 
attention where I was concerned, I might have gotten to 30 before 
reality struck her between the eyes.

OK, so the fact that my new lover - what a wonderfully unexpected
term 
- would be living in the next bedroom instead of across town had only 
everything to do with my decision. Those first few days back were
like 
we never left the beach house. We slept curled or draped around,
over, 
beside, on top of or underneath each other every night. It was a 
preposition lover's dream come true.

We slept soundly, like there was any other choice. We wore each other 
out bringing the other to multiple orgasms - another wonderful term! 
It seemed like the fighting Buffy did against the forces of darkness 
acted as extended foreplay for her. She'd get home and would be naked 
by the time she crossed over the threshold into my bedroom. She was 
always ready - dripping wet. She wouldn't say a word, just beg me
with 
her eyes. 

The first night after I moved into the apartment, I was greeted in 
such a way. But that night her eyes held a hint of fear, like I would 
turn her away. I opened my arms and she threw herself into them. Her 
lips claimed mine. She was possessed with some need I didn't 
understand but was happy to fulfill. 

She wasted no time in thrusting my hand between her legs. She was so 
very ready for whatever I decided to do. I entered her with two 
fingers as my thumb worked her clit. The moan my entrance elicited
was 
of relief and gratification. I did little work other than angle my 
fingers to hit her G-spot. She worked herself on my hand; raising up 
until I thought she would loose me, before allowing herself to slide 
back down.

I couldn't help but wonder how she had managed while I was away. I 
would find out soon enough. I keyed the lock and dropped my overnight 
bag in my room before heading to the kitchen. I really didn't expect 
to see her up at the ungodly early hour of ten to seven. But that 
worked for me. I could join her for a few hours of shuteye. The drive 
had been long and mind numbingly boring.

Per my suspicions, Buffy was still in bed, on her right side with her 
back to the door. Deciding I was in way too many clothes, I undressed 
and pulled back the covers. The scent that hit me caused me to smirk. 
Well, I guess that answered how she was managing without me. 

I crawled into the bed and pulled the sheet over my shoulder before 
spooning against Buffy's back. I placed my left hand on her hip more 
for something to do with it than anything sexual. She didn't wake up, 
but took my hand in her own and brought it to her chest - nestled 
between her breasts. I sighed and joined her in slumber.

* * * * * * *

I woke rested but horny with a too cool surprise pressed against my 
back. My Wills had evidently gotten back early. I was not going to 
complain. I desired her, wanted her?  '¥ needed her - in the worst,
or 
perhaps, the best - possible ways. But I had a sneaking suspicion
that 
shaking her awake to ask for a quickie was not the way to win friends 
and influence people - especially a petite, redheaded, hacker.

Besides, she had put my needs first since we started together. I
could 
put her first. It's not like I'm some kinda animal that can't control 
their baser urges. Besides, didn't Cosmo say that the longer you hold 
off, the better it is in the end? A little experiment was in order. 
But Cosmo would have Hell to pay if they've lied. Hell hath no furry 
like a frustrated Buffy!

I lay on my side studying Willow. She was on her back with her head 
turned toward me. She looked no older than the day we met when she's 
sleeping. I still loved seeing her in those overalls. 

I was almost hypnotized by the rise and fall of her breasts as she 
breathed. I never took much notice of my own. They're just kinda
there 
- once I got over the awe of actually having them. They stopped 
fascinating me years ago, but I never get tired of looking at 
Willow's. I could almost fit one in my hand, so they weren't overly 
large. I think I liked it better that way. There was little chance 
they would get saggy any time soon. Somewhere in the back of my mind
I 
hoped to live to see the day that they would.

Yet, right now, they were very firm and topped by the cutest, pink 
nipples that blended into the natural curve of the flesh. That was 
where I would start. Spending long moments sucking and licking them 
until they puckered and stood out tall and erect. I got lost in the 
feel of them elongating under my tongue and lips.

I was cradling her sides as I mouthed those little peaks. I had just 
started on the second when I felt her stir beneath me. Her fingers 
came up and smoothed the hair by my ears before one hand worked its 
way to the back of my neck to play in the strands at the nape. I know 
I moaned as she played over my scalp, but I think she did too. She 
still hadn't opened her eyes but as I peaked at her face there was a 
smile caressing her lips.

I left the nipple I had been sucking to lick and nip my way up her 
chest. I continued to watch her as I made my way north. She must have 
been enjoying my ministrations - she was purring! I could feel her 
chest vibrating under my lips. I had never heard her make that sound 
before, but filed away the knowledge for a later date.

Finally I reached her lips. I covered them with my own and teased
them 
open with my tongue. I knew she was awake and she knew that I knew
she 
was awake, but she still hadn't opened her eyes. That was OK with me. 
Mine were no longer open either and as her tongue danced with mine, 
her hands traveled over my back - nails scratching lightly along my 
spine. I think I started purring at that point.

When our kiss ended, I softly placed my lips over one eye then the 
other before I pulled back and watched them appear for the first
time. 
They were smiling almost as much as her mouth was. I matched her grin 
then buried my face in her neck as I hugged her. 

I was surprised that my need seemed to have ebbed into the
background. 
I knew it was there but it was secondary to the beautiful creature 
under me. Yes, I thought her beautiful. I knew she didn't see herself 
that way and I swore to myself that I would remember to tell her 
often. 

My declaration would have to wait. I was much too busy massaging her 
neck with my mouth. I enjoyed doing it and she seemed to enjoy having 
it done to her - so it all kinda worked out. Soon I had made a row of 
small red marks from behind her ear to the hollow of her throat. This 
wasn't turtleneck weather but hopefully our friends would just assume 
they were remembrances from San Diego. At times it was handy to have 
her involved with Oz.

I moved back to a nipple and rolled it lightly between my teeth. The 
purr changed to a moan at that little maneuver. My ego was 
sufficiently rewarded by that sound. Although I was thoroughly
content 
to suckle at her breast for the rest of my days, my nose told me 
Willow was ready for a more intimate touch.

I left her chest and blazed a direct route to the auburn patch
between 
her thighs. I bent her knees and spread her legs so I could fit
myself 
down for a feast. She took several deep breaths while I kissed and 
nuzzled the juncture of her legs. I ran my tongue over her outer lips 
before digging deeper to gather some of her essence. 

I never imagined myself needing anything as much as I need to taste 
Willow at that very moment. She was thick and salty and something
that 
was entirely her. I coated my tongue and drank of her deeply. I was 
inadvertently driving her batty. I had ignored that wonderful little 
bundle of nerves at the top of her slit in favor of my own thirst.

Willow did not let me neglect her for long. Her hips moved until I
had 
no choice but to wrap my lips around her clit. She rewarded me with a 
low, breathy moan. Not that I needed encouragement. I felt her 
lengthen as my tongue played around and over her nub. You had to love 
the fact that there was no other use for this piece of flesh than 
pleasure. If I ever meet my maker, I must remember to thank her for 
this wonderful addition. Yes, I said her?  '¥ a male never would've
given 
up such a fun toy.

It was a good thing I was the Slayer. I clamped one arm over her hips 
to keep their movement confined to where I could still work her over. 
If the sounds coming from the head of the bed were any indication, 
Willow wouldn't last much longer. It saddened me that my fun was soon 
going to end. Unless I took drastic measures.

I released her clit and went back to stroking her length with slow, 
languid strokes. My Wills was less than thrilled with change. But she 
seemed to forgive me as I entered her with my tongue. Yes, she was 
definitely enjoying the steady fucking I was delivering. 

She grabbed the hand I had across her abdomen as she began to come. 
Her inner walls clenched at my invading muscle. My extra stamina 
served me - and her - well. I kept thrusting until I heard my name 
rush from her lips. I gently cleaned the excessive liquid from her 
labia before climbing up next to her and pulling her into my arms.
She 
sighed, kissed me softly on the ear, mumbling something I couldn't 
understand.

Her eyes were closed again. I supposed that was a good thing. A small 
smile graced her lips. I had put that there. Some people think I do 
amazing things by being able to take on entities three times my
weight 
and better than a foot taller. But seeing that smile?  '¥ maybe, just 
maybe, I've been chosen to do something more important.

* * * * * * * *

Oh, wow?  '¥ Wow, oh, wow?  '¥ I have?  '¥ wow. Buffy was, amaz?  '¥
wow. 

Now that was a most wonderful way to greet the day. I just may come 
back to earth at some point - God, I hope not.

I should really get functional and repay my way generous lover. I
just 
can't seem to function on anything but the most basic level. It's a 
damn good thing breathing is automatic. Dying because of an orgasm is 
kinda anti-climatic. Ugggh, I must be out of it. I'm beginning to 
sound like Xander.

That is the last time I do that kind of driving. I just have to 
remember I can afford a damn plane ticket and a driver. Maybe I
should 
buy a plane?  '¥ nah, mental note: utilize air travel. That should do
it. 
Now where was I?

I flexed my hand and moved my leg to find myself snuggled against 
Buffy. I think my mind was still on overload. I couldn't string 
together two coherent thoughts. And I couldn't figure out why it 
mattered or why I cared.

My body was completely sated. That was one of the few things I knew 
without a doubt. I had spent years as a geek, feeling awkward in my 
body and believed everyone's opinion of myself except mine. As I lay 
intertwined with my best friend, I finally felt like there was some 
place I fit. Absolutely, completely and entirely.

At last, I came into my own. Becoming independently wealthy didn't 
lead me to this discovery. Having the love of a great guy wasn't the 
catalyst either. It was being accepted without reservation by a
person 
whose life was already complicated enough without adding an alternate 
lifestyle into the mix. 

She became my friend when it was social suicide. She became my best 
friend when she was ordered into solitude. And she accepted my love, 
my body, even though the majority of society, religion and politics 
condemned our union. I really shouldn't be surprised. She never did 
listen to convention.

It just isn't wiggy to be lying, naked, with her wrapped around me. 
I'm not freaked by the thought of her touching me, tasting me, taking 
me - however she pleases. Looking at my history, I shouldn't be so 
calm. Maybe I've finally grown up.

At last I found the strength to push myself and kiss her lightly. Her 
eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. So I kissed her again. I 
murmured my thanks as I sucked on her ear lobe. But we didn't
escalate 
our touches. We really needed to start the day. She had to meet Giles 
for practice and I would tag along and see if he had anything that 
needed research girl. If not, I could always work on a few of the 
projects I had going. Mainly I just wanted to stay near her.

She didn't seem to mind having me with her. We weren't overly 
affectionate towards each other in public. We never talked about it, 
just kinda agreed to it. It wasn't that we were purposely keeping our 
relationship secret. We honestly didn't know how to bring it up. 
Especially since I was still with Oz. 

We showered, separately - we really needed to get going, and stopped 
for a bite to eat. Buffy and grocery shopping did not mix. Once lunch 
was out of the way, we headed over to Giles's. He had nothing for me 
to do. From what he could tell, everything was fairly calm. In and of 
itself, that was kinda freaksome.

Buffy worked through some warm up exercises before taking on the
heavy 
bag. Giles just sat in a corner mostly reading but keeping a blind
eye 
on the Slayer's progress. I was diligently working on a new program 
until Buffy found herself overheating. That resulted in her loosing 
the t-shirt and finishing up in a sports bra. 

Giles was non-pulsed. I, on the other hand, was very pulsed. One look 
and my heart started working double time. I must have zoned, big
time, 
'cause I didn't hear Giles until the third call of my name. But Buffy 
had heard and soon they were both crouched in front of my chair, 
patiently peering into my eyes with more than concerned stares.

I automatically muttered something about pondering some passage in 
whatever book I had been reading until I remembered I was supposed to 
be working on a computer program. I was so busted - by Buffy anyway.

She knew where my mind had gone and blushed in sympathy - and put her 
shirt back on. For that I was thankful. At least I could think 
coherently again. Giles just looked at me as if I grew a third head - 
like the second one wasn't strange enough. 

I've zoned before. It's something I'm actually quite adept at. But 
Giles didn't seem to be buying that this time. His gaze moved between 
the two of us and he did that worried look thingy with his eyebrows. 
He cleared his throat and wandered back across the room to the tome
he 
was studying.

Buffy continued to kneel in front of me, balancing on her toes by 
leaning against my knees. Her thumbs moved in small circles on my
legs 
making me forget all about Giles or code or much of anything. She 
quietly asked if I was OK and promised to keep herself clothed when
we 
were with the rest of the gang. I felt a pang of regret under all the 
relief.

* * * * * * *

I felt remarkably like an outsider in my own living room. I hadn't 
the first idea of what I stumbled into between Buffy and Willow. If I 
must be completely honest, that was not entirely accurate. I had an 
idea and it worried me, greatly. 

Conceptually, I have no difficulty with homosexuality. Same sex
unions 
offer the participants things not readily obtained through 
heterosexual pairings. There is a long history of accepted sexual 
practices that differ from the strict, puritanical, teachings of 
western civilization.

But practically?  '¥ it is a very cruel world and the last thing
those two 
girls needed were more complications in their lives. They could 
probably handle the general population's negative attitude towards 
lesbians. Their friends would be another matter: Xander, in 
particular. He had already exhibited homophobic tendencies and 
attitudes. His negative reaction could cost them all beyond measure.

My main dilemma was whether to involve myself in their affairs?  '¥
so to 
speak. Would they accept my council? Would they even need or want my 
support? A decision didn't need to be made this second, so I
relegated 
the issue to the back of my mind.

Buffy had returned to the heavy bag suspended in the corner of my 
living room. This time she kept herself fully clothed. It didn't take 
long for a dark patch to work its way down the center of her back.
She 
would have been more comfortable and would have preferred to practice 
without the shirt, but Willow was concentrating much better with it 
on, so on it stayed. 

It was an extremely telling gesture. I do not think they were even 
cognizant of the things they did for and because of each other. I am 
unsure as to why I considered that interaction earlier in a sexual 
light. It was not out of character for either of them. They had 
related to each other similarly since the friendship had commenced. 
Why was this time different? 

And wasn't Willow with Oz? Have I been so absorbed in this blasted 
book that I failed to notice the conclusion of that relationship? Or 
did Willow have a hedonistic streak that I never noticed?

I suppose I should be elated to have normal problems for a change. 
Teen infidelity would be achingly normal. Oh, dear God, would you 
listen to me. I'm no better than Xander. As if I have nothing better 
to do than speculate on the love life of young people. 

Buffy seems to have completed her exercises for the afternoon. I must 
remember to commend her for her focus and dedication. Over the weeks 
since Willow returned to this coast, Buffy has applied herself with a 
consistency that she has never exhibited before. She now looks to me 
for different ways of defeating her opponents without putting herself 
in as much unnecessary danger. Her attitude has changed in a 
fundamental way. Most interesting.

Before going off for a much-needed shower, she stopped to see why 
Willow had her nose buried in her computer. They spoke in tones too 
low for me to hear but both were smiling as Buffy wandered down to my 
wash room.

Willow packed up her laptop and related accessories while Buffy 
finished in the other room. Together they came to me to tell me they 
were heading out for a late lunch or an early dinner - Willow was 
babbling, but that was the gist. They asked me to join them, but I 
refused. I could not stomach the amount of grease they were going to 
ingest.

As they exited my apartment, Buffy yelled that they were going out to 
the new house Willow had purchased after she patrolled that evening. 
They would be home late the following day. I wished them a good meal, 
doubtful; good hunting, probable; and a pleasant trip, I was not
going 
to speculate.

* * * * * *

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